Saturday, September 10, 2011

Well, I fought against it, denied it, and avoided it, but none of these has worked. I will be spending this month moving to a new residence in a new town.

My financial situation has bottomed out and I am no longer able to keep the place I am in now. This may disrupt my posting here for a bit, but hopefully I will be back on track within a month or so. We'll see.

I'm kind of making it up as I go along, which is my least favorite place to be. I'm a Capricorn. I like all my ducks in a sequential row, color coded, numbered, with cards giving me a personal history of each duck. My ducks have all turned into cats with wings and are chasing the pretty butterflies. Flap, Flap, Flap! Sigh.

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What are you afraid of?

Zombie bites are bite marks indicating that you have been infected by the undead. Zombie bites are indicators that you will soon join the living dead and seek out the flesh of the living. It only takes one bite. I'm not telling you anything new though. If you're here, you've probably already been bitten.

This blog is filled with my bites, the chunks of fear that lurk within me given the form of fiction, drawings, digital manipulations, paintings, and any other medium that allows me to get the beasties out of my head. I hope you find something here that you like, dislike, fear, something that makes you unsettled, disturbed, scared, or gives you that involuntary shiver, something that you'll carry with you when you leave. If you have a lingering fear, or a pernicious dark thought, or better yet a nightmare, my job here is done.

I also want you to return, to look again into the dark with me and find out what scares you most. It's easier when you're not alone. Come with me into the dark. It's only shadows. And when we're done you can always turn the light back on, right? What are you afraid of?